Текст песни JT Tha Bigga Figga f The Gamblaz - West Coast Bad Boyz Volume 3
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(JT Tha Bigga Figga talking)Yeah, yeah West Coast Bad Boyz part 3 nigga, part 3 niggaJT Tha Bigga Figga, Tha Gamblaz yeahDoing it for my nigga Master P one more gin, uhYou better know about it, uh uh uh uhWe don`t talk, we don`t talk, we don`t talk, uh uhYou better know about it, uh uh[JT Tha Bigga Figga]You better know about that 4-5-7 we make it happenStrangle industry niggas by they feet with verbal rappingI`m a California kingpin a west coast bad boyChop it up in pyrex pots, cook the last fourWeighing it out, keep my name out your mouthWe came in your house, and all we want`s them thangs in your couchWe keep the privates confidential, face masked potentialLaced with that infra sharp as number two pencilsLinked like a two way pager my niggas majorPlay for the Lakers, the Sonics and the Portland Trailblazers Sitting at the stoplight, my dubs still spinningCandy coated cadillac rovers we still in emI`m an independent tycoon, living up in the mic room64 tracks in intact, it make you bite youOn a for reala got you going blood finnasNow we tearing down your project buildings like godzilla[Chorus: Tha Gamblaz]You better know about it, and how to go about itIf it ain`t real it`s fake and we don`t flow about itIt`s time for the truth so buckle up and grab a seatAnd get the facts from these real life VIP`sYou better know about it, and how to go about itIf it ain`t real it`s fake and we don`t flow about itGet ready the clock is ticking we can`t waste timeHere in California westcoast 4-1-5[Telly Mac]Yo it`s Telly Mac the general rapping for politicsAnd them niggas that be hating get split with hollow tipsTrying to come against collosso-click, bitch you could swallow dickWe on some trench coat mafia shitMy boys equal to bricks just ask the dopeman Like bitches on the mic I spit tight to slow jamsI`m the ghetto spokesman, but ain`t that HovaThis Telly Mac about to snap and take the game over Eliminating you imitating cats, when I`m demonstrating actsPutting cracks in all 48 tracksI`m sickened to my scratch like bullets and strapsI battle for contracts in combatSpit a bomb rap on contact, I`m bomb back and blow shitBring your whole click I take no shit, I`m dump like four zipsAnd plus I`m out the four chipsRepresenting Frisco to get low west coast bitch[Chorus][Commissiona]If you don`t know about Tha Gamblaz, you don`t know shitWe catch us now on top and still flaming the shitWe gone minus rule the world entireBattling with us is like losing your luck, your life expiredWe don`t rest in the west we make movesWe bad boys with plenty of noise and we voicing the truthYou like the way we pop collars, establishing the empireUs some real riders, can`t shit divide usI`m on fire like when Kobe acting 3-point popping a JBefore you speak nigga honor my nameYou get hit from the flock of the flameI`m rich like em copping caine from Filmore was born to waysThe home of the sheisty, renegades hundreds and theseYou like the shit we spit on part two but this is threeI want the whole world to know about me, until I`m goneI`ma carry on for T-Bo, R.I.P. you better know[Chorus]